"Hey, I'd be interested in giving it a once-over. Some of my shit I had to special order, and the world knows what a fucking pain in the ass that is," he said with a roll of his eyes. UPS was more of a bitch than all those dark magic practitioners.
"Christ, your fucking slave ran off?" Emerson winced, hoping it wasn't because of something the guy had done while drunk. Not that he was going to let on that that was his primary concern without knowing where the guy's standards on slave treatment were.
He didn't say any more on the matter though and accepted the card, tucking it into his pocket. "Sounds like a plan to me. I don't do circles too often, but who knows? Definitely down for the hanging out, though. Take it easy."